Richard's Song

You of the matted beard,
watermelon snack-juice leaking
from half open lips as you sleep.
Do you dream of golden bird claws
drifting through silent rooms,
lovers' heavy bosoms hanging
over stained bathroom sinks?
Do your bracelets clink as you turn,
restless from London's noisy heat?

A bubble from your head
spills heiroglyphs into my hand,
the afterbirth of an emerging poem.

Pris Campbell
© 2001

Dedicated to Richard Zola, a London poet. 

(Richard Zola died of pancreatic cancer a few years after this collaboration. May you be writing your poetry in another sphere, Richard!)

Richard's Song was published under the name Poet's Song in Blackmail Press in either 2002 or 2003.




an approximate return

there is more than one ring
on each of your fingers
14 bracelets on your arms
there are circles in the lake
around wild floating birds
this is the 1st city you saw
here you left fingerprints
and exhalations
flattened grass
and hair
now you read street signs aloud
and guide me
through translated conversations
to this place
where your teeth are often visible
and you laugh
at the promiscuity of daisies

by Richard Zola
©: 2001


Artwork:  'The Apprentice' by Philip DeLoach
Copyrigted and used with permission
Thank you, Philip!

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